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i dreamed of shelly's ghost

Posted to Action Poetry

don't bury me next to shelly
he's not there there anymore
see last night he came to me
in a dream, him and Gregory
course those two had flitted
out and hit the heigh ho trail
screw the dirt, they wanted out
and now they're ghosted jelly
running round with neil and kesey
playing ectoplasmo cosmic jokes
but jack won't play, he's too busy
typing, even god shakes his head
jack my boy, take a break, god says
but jack, he just keeps on scribbling